Word: eying
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Dates: during 1880-1889
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First, Antigone, I will give you a black eye, to indicate that you must not scribble on my easel again; and long flowing hair, to show that you are in love. For this I take yellow ochre and gamboge, not too much of either, with a slight infusion of chiaroscuro. She shall have a blue tunic like the Sienese madonnas, spotted with little stars. For this, take cobalt, Mars orange, and Chinese white, about half and half. Her feet must be delicately sandalled, as if to walk only on a bed of roses. Around her neck there must...
...creature advanced a few steps and growled. I had heard that the way to scare a lion (if this were a lion; the catamount, or American lion, probably) was to look him in the eye. I looked him in the eye, - sternly, unblushingly. I did more than this: I rose to the occasion, and cried, with a commanding gesture, "Go away, you horrid thing!" But the beast, misinterpreting my motives, with another terrible growl, sprang upon me and threw me to the ground. If I had not heard a voice near at hand at that very moment, I might have...
...stopped at a small way station; but, as I was deeply interested in "Troublesome Daughters," I paid no attention to the passengers who got in, except that I was dimly conscious of some one asking me if the seat next me was engaged. I replied "No without raising my eyes from my book. A female sat down beside me. A few minutes passed by in silence, when the woman sighed heavily. Now if there is one thing more than another which affects me, it is a woman's sighs (pity the pun). I dropped my book and looked. Heavens! What...
...turned her large lustrous eyes upon me and spoke: "Well, of all the living fools, you be the biggest. You're right about my not knowing nothing about lawn tennis and such like, and I guess father could kinder take you to board for the summer at six dollars a week, money paid every Saturday, but all them other things you said hain't no more sense to 'em than apple-parings. Think I'd have you carrying my water-pail round and pestering me all day 'pouring sweet poetry in my eye'? I think I see myself...
...Button of my Cap! My parched soul longs for the refreshing waters of communication with thee. In the excitement and bustle of travel thy image is still vivid before my mind's eye. And with longing do I look forward to the blissful day that will bring me tidings from the friend of my youth...